Old milk
A day past it’s prime
Used to make tea
The after taste of austerity
Lingers on the tongue
At least not yet in the stomach
Though soon one needs to eat
A few crackers remain in the jar
But now the milk has run dry
Black brew will have to do
Three sugars now, not just two
This is not an isolated story
But the many that live it
Live isolated all the same
Yet in the coldness of a room
They struggle to heat
Sits a person with an inner fire
There’s still the desire
Still something on this earth they want to do
The need to see the days ahead through
The drinking of day old milk
Certainly proves it’s true
©Rob Spencer 2023
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